Today is not the day for doing laundry; though a small part of your pragmatic brain may try to convince you otherwise, who could possibly let the socks soak long enough on a day like this?

Today is not the day for tossing off the importance of a good cup of tea in the morning either.  And it is not the day for deciding whether or not business school is a wise career move.

Also, today is definitely not the day for an ab workout.

Today might be the day for accepting that it’s harder to run when the wind blows at you. But it’s not the day for beating your best time.  It’s most certainly not the day for beating your best time.

Today might be OK for staring at the rusted up farm equipment in your neighbor’s backyard. It may even be worth counting the chickens shaking up dust storms underneath it.  Today is a day for small tasks, like learning the difference between a chick and a hen.

Today is not the day for sitting in the dark of your small, rented room – even if you’re kind of into the funerary tones.

Today is not the day for walking barefoot on the dirty kitchen floor. Put on your house shoes, let the kettle boil and worry about the stained linoleum another day.

Let today be the day for walking two miles to snap up a bar of chocolate for the evening. Wouldn’t you agree?

Today is the day for surveying the end of the harvest in the back garden and staging an autumnal photo shoot with the cat. And if your camera runs out of batteries, today is the day to buy more. Just go out and do it, you can get the bar of chocolate on the way.

Today is the day to say yes when a neighbor offers a ride to town in a puce green Lada but it is not the day for catching a ride on the way back because today is the day to beat a thoroughfare for freedom, trust me it just is.

Today is the day for marveling at the overabundance of fruit trees on Karl Marx Avenue, but not the day for missing kombucha and take-out chinese.

I don’t know if today is a day for thinking about you and all the want ads waiting to be read. I wish that it were but perhaps better that today I retreat to that distant patch of harvested earth where no one stood and watched anything.  Today may or may not have been the day for crying among the dying corn stalks but it was.

I don’t know if I aught to admit it but anyway I forgot about my tea in the morning and I mulled over business school. I used chopsticks to eat a sad bowl of pasta and tomato paste and I watched bad T.V.

Like, really bad T.V.

But I got my damn chocolate bar and we lit a candle in the corner by the icons and we are remembering.  And maybe my tea was a few hours late and my run was lackluster at best. But I will think of you and I will read the job postings whether today is the day for it or not.

And aside from those few things all I can promise is this:

today is most definitely not a day for  laundry.

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